[ After spending nearly an hour trying to find a good way to phrase her thoughts, Charlie decided she was too shaken to try and face the crowds. And she dared call herself vlogger, right? ]

Four days into this whole deal, I believe there has been a mistake.

It shouldn’t have been me, but any of my other four siblings that should have been brought here. Is not as if this hasn’t happened before…maybe not in the same outrageous way, but it’s not completely unheard of greater forces calling in Hunters to deal with their problems, even if that means whisking them away from their own plane of existence. It's rude, but it happens. We deal with it and usually get something nice out of it in the end.

But seriously, me? Didn’t they teach your tech guys or whoever runs this Initiative what a Red Sheep means?

[ She’s twisting an errant strand of hair as she types. She should’ve shown them, maybe they would realize their mistake and take her back. Maybe they didn’t know, which was worse. ]

I need to talk with whoever is managing this thing. Not some representative or hologram or whatever else, but the high ranking person calling the shots.

[ The sound of the rain dominates the feed for some seconds before Dinah's worked breath takes over. ]

So! Quick question. Where do you put miscreants and petty thieves? Do we have something like a jail for raggedy, violent islanders?

[ A moment of silence, in which Dinah's breathing is still there. ]

Because I've got a few of them lined up over here and I ran out of rope.

[Birds of Prey (Helena/Babs)]

Is any of you missing the Aerie as much as I do?

[The person on your clean pretty clearly is not an actual person! On account of looking like an anime character. She bows.]

Hi, folks! My name is *Mute, chief security officer of the Mugunghwa. The * is silent - it just means that I'm an AI.

I know I can't exactly get back now, but because it's my duty to protect it, I went ahead and left the last known coordinates of the Mugunghwa with the Initiative. Once all this other crazy business is over, give or take a few hundred years, it would be nice to be able to see it again, or at least to know that it's being recovered. Even if I didn't have a directive telling me to prioritize its safety, I spent my entire life on that ship, so I've got a lot of sentimental value tied up with the place.

Speaking of which, this is my first time on the old homeworld, and...



Has it always been this much of a dump, or is that a new thing? Because, like, wow.


[[*Mute has been granted access by the Initiative to security camera footage in various public areas, as OK'd by the mods.]]

[This video includes a slightly strange-looking woman. She has gray skin, gold eyes, and a line of small, black cross marks on her forehead— plus a super disapproving expression as she adjusts her tablet and sighs.]

So this is to be my new home? It's somewhat dirtier than I'd like. [And so many humans!]

I can't say I wholly approve of this communication method, either, though I will admit it is intriguing.

[A pause.] But I don't mean to complain endlessly, of course.

[She inclines her head slightly.] I am called Lulubell. It's a great pleasure to meet you... "Exsilium". [Maybe there's a tiny, tiny hint of sarcasm to that last sentence. Hard to tell with her mostly flat tone.]

Um. So does anyone have experience writing scripts? Or an interest in theater? Because I think I could use a few pointers...

[There's a slight pause before Asbel clarifies, and a muffled thump that might be a book closing.]

It's for the upcoming talent competition. The one at the end of the month? Some of us were thinking about putting a short play together for it.

( [Action: Hold Training Area | Also Open] )

[OOC Note: CR, if they wish, are welcome to assume that Asbel has already mentioned the talent competition to them and proposed the idea of putting together a group performance of some kind.]

Is anyone else starting to feel a little disturbed by how quiet things have been lately? Maybe it's just an old soldier's paranoia talking.

[He sighs and then continues]

I'm taking a group out to the outer lands on the island. Part training, part working out the geography a little better so we know where the dangers are. Leaving Saturday morning, back when I say so, but probably not more than a few days - only so far you can go in direction on an island. Let me know if you're interested.

( [Filtered to spec ops team] )

[OOC: Outline post here! Please leave a comment there if you're interested in a character coming along.]

[ There's a head of vividly red hair on the video feed this afternoon, and it belongs to one surprisingly unsurprised newcomer. Behind her is a brief flutter of feathers from what looks to be extremely messy wings as she adjusts herself, although they quickly disappear once she folds them against her back. ]

Alright, hey there Exsillinum. [ A wave! ] Name's Apollo, I'm new and I'm just gonna go ahead and assume this is a locked world that [dramatic voice] ~nobody leaves~ because of a magical Queen or some shit and there's no way out blah blah bleh bloo blah whatever, I'll give a shit about it later.

So yeah, I'm gonna get right to it and do a roll call. [ She clears her throat and oh boy here we go. ]

OI JEREK, AIDAN, OLD FART OF A GRAMPA YOU GUYS HERE OR WHAT

Get back to me if you lot are here, yeah? Alternatively, for those of you who ain't one of these assholes, lemme know if you see a doctor with chick hair, a blonde teenager with a baby face or an old fart with big ol' wings who looks like he's a million years old. Their favourite chicklet's after them! In the meantime, I'm gonna go scout out a fuckin' bar and drink until this shitfest looks a little better then pass out on a bench somewhere. [ A lazy salute follows. ] Peace!